You have a hold on my right leg and arm no longer. Yet, your grip on me is firm--firmer than I realize. I try to erase you from my memory--put you in the well within me. Yet, I look back to my words--to my writings. You have a firm grip on my mind. You take words from my my sentences. You steal the precious part of me that I want to give. You give me no clue as to where you are. You give me no key to find you. Where are you? You are hiding from me.
I try to understand.
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